Goin’ to Weather: Sailing Through a Life of Headwinds
By Sally Bond
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Sally Bond has always tried to live her life by the sailing term goin to weather, denoting a boat captain and crew driving a racing sailboat hard, fast, and efficiently into a headwind. As an outdoor enthusiast, Bond believes that drive and determination, channeled toward worthy goals, are the ingredients of success, even in the face of tough challenges.
Bond weaves American history into an engaging, chronological account of her life that begins with her childhood growing up in a little Iowa town in the midst of the Great Depression. As the threat of world war loomed, Bond listened to war news on radio broadcasts, watched newsreels at the movie theater, and dreamed of one day seeing the ocean. But it was not until the 1950s, when her parents decided to move to California, that Bonds dream finally came true. While detailing her coming-of-age journey, eventual marriage, and foray into motherhood, Bond offers a glimpse into the philosophies and morals that have guided her through both successes and tragedies. As she matured into an adventurous outdoorswoman who embraced sailboat racing and triathlons, Bond shares how she learned to apply the principles of sailing to her own life to persevere through many difficulties.
Goin to Weather is the compelling story of one womans journey through life as she strived to achieve her goals, faced adversity, and grew to new heights.
Sally Bond
Sally Bond was born in Iowa in the middle of the Depression and grew up with midwestern family values. After she moved to California in her late teens, she embraced a more adventuresome lifestyle that includes sailing, triathlons, mountain biking, and kayaking. She currently lives in California.
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Goin’ to Weather - Sally Bond
Copyright © 2014 Sally Bond.
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ISBN: 978-1-4808-0587-3 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4808-0706-8 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2014906786
Archway Publishing rev. date: 06/18/2014
Contents
Preface
Chapter 1 Depression; Childhood; World War Ii
Chapter 2 Growing Up; Postwar; California
Chapter 3 Marriage; Parenthood; Space Age
Chapter 4 Midlife Changes; Tragedy; Sailing
Chapter 5 Single Life; Triathlons
Chapter 6 A New Beginning; Marriage To Walt
Chapter 7 Vulnerabilities; Zest For Life; Boat Building; Kayaking
Chapter 8 Getting Back Up After Bike Accident; 9/11 Attack; Colorado
Afterword
About The Author
Bibliography
To my husband, Walt Bond, for his encouragement and comprehensive expertise.
To my son, Bob Boyes, for his poignant and constructive comments.
These two people have given me the support and patience needed to write this book.
I love them both with all my heart.
Preface
My personal journey through life and the history of events transpiring within this era are the focus of Goin’ To Weather.
I was born in the Great Depression. The austerity it provoked and World War II impacted my early years. Marriage, raising two sons, heartbreak, and the joy of sailing brought tears, as well as jubilant celebration. Presidential decisions have affected all our lives, the repercussions of which are part of my story.
The terminology invoked in the title Goin’ to Weather is derived from a sailing term denoting a boat captain and crew driving a racing sailboat hard, fast, and efficiently into a headwind. Discipline is required to push the limit, to face challenges head-on, while keeping a critical eye on pursuing the ultimate objective.
Goin’ to weather is staying on course, while crashing through fierce waves. This term translates into dealing with life’s stumbles, tragedies, and successes—while achieving hard-fought goals along a sometimes tumultuous pathway.
As in trudging through life, there are complicated variables in sailboat racing, such as keeping track of the competition and making sure another boat does not sail between you and the wind (blocking your ability to maximize speed). Ocean currents are strong and can take a boat off course. Racing sailors track the direction of currents as vehemently as they do wind direction and strength.
Changing weather patterns alter the dynamics of a race. During rainsqualls, wind velocity goes from zero to fierce gusts. Boat crews quickly dive into their duffel bags down below to grab foul-weather gear and scurry back up on deck. A smaller headsail is hoisted to keep the boat as upright as possible. The wind is strong and waves build. Battling the elements takes precedence over beating the competition.
On the weather leg of a race, the sail trimmer clutches a winch handle, grinding a line around the winch, bringing the sail taut against the stays. Spare crew sit far out on the rail, earning the term rail meat. The boat is hard on the wind—the ride rough and wet. Other boats crisscross ahead and behind, all climbing to weather. One last tack sets the boat up for rounding the weather mark.
At this point, competing boats converge upon each other, fighting for the advantage of getting to the mark first. Boat crews are ready to let out sails and raise the spinnaker as soon as the buoy is cleared. The helmsman squeezes the boat around the anchored buoy and, if lucky, misses hitting it—a rerounding is required if you hit the buoy. Mass confusion prevails.
Once around the weather mark, the downwind ride begins. The mainsheet is relaxed as the spinnaker sail is raised to the top of the mast. When the spinnaker fills, the boat leaps forward, surfing the waves and blasting toward home. Sailing off the wind is about speed! Jackets are thrown below and drinks and sandwiches are wolfed down. The helmsman steers a straight course for the finish line, while the crew pumps the main and trims the spinnaker to make the boat obtain maximum speed. Everyone on the boat is focused on treading lightly across the deck to adjust sails, keeping the boat steady.
Sailboat captains must be skillful, knowledgeable, and competent leaders, able to make swift and unhesitating decisions under harrowing conditions. Taking control in extreme conditions entails being strong-willed and unflinching when things go wrong and having patience and perseverance to correct mistakes.
The above analogy has created the basis of my philosophy. It embodies steering a course that will attain preset goals. Variables constantly occur, making it imperative to keep focused on the attainment of winning and achievement, never capitulating along the way.
Preparation is clearly what separates the winners from the losers in life. Realistic comprehension is needed to attain a chosen goal. Education, experience, a strong and resilient mind and body, a good attitude, money, time, focus, and compliance of family and business associates are essential components. The will to achieve and passion for the endeavor are fundamental and absolutely necessary.
Fun and comradeship come into action. Trudging through this gigantic ordeal of life without sharing the light side with close mates would be stressful and overwhelming.
I have stumbled through life, winning a few races and losing a few too. I could have done a better job. With all those stumbles, I’m proud of my achievements.
My story is how I have imperfectly strived to achieve goals and dealt with roadblocks along the way.
The sea is there to challenge.
CHAPTER 1
Depression; Childhood;
World War Ii
Depression in America
G randpa and Grandma Drake raised nine children in the early part of the twentieth century on a tenant farm in the Midwest. Their children grew up in poverty, but all went to school while helping out on the farm.
My dad served in the marines during the second Nicaraguan Campaign in the late 1920s. He was a sharpshooter. Most of his battalion lost their lives. Pop cut off a buddy’s arm that was infected with gangrene.
The Depression had taken hold of our nation in the early 1930s. On November 2, 1932, Franklin D. Roosevelt won the presidency in a landslide victory. Before he was inaugurated, the American banking system shut down.
Mom and Pop were newlyweds. My dad worked ten-hour days six days a week as a diesel mechanic in an automotive garage. Most everyone was poor. Jobs were scarce, and wages were low. Mom graduated from high school, and my dad had a fourth-grade education. They were quietly married and began life together with a bare minimum of worldly possessions. Both were intelligent, caring, and honest people who continually strived to improve themselves.
1.jpgFarmers were burning cow manure for fuel. Horses starved, and cows lost their milk. A drought affected the Midwest, causing a giant dust bowl. Depression-era singers sang mournful songs describing the pitiful conditions.
2.jpgI was born on November 12, 1934, at Mercy Hospital in Council Bluffs, Iowa. The name on the birth certificate is Marilyn Margaret Lynch; however, my dad called me Sally Bug or Sally Doll because I was a little kid. Sally stuck throughout my life. My dad, a veteran, was disappointed my birthday was not on Armistice Day, November 11. To please him, I have always celebrated my birthday on November 11 and 12. My brother, Robert, was born a year and a half before me.
3.jpgOur young family lived on a small farm in the middle of rural America. Mom cooked on a wood-burning stove, which also provided heat during the harsh Iowa winters. The small dirt road leading up to our house was lined with corn stalks, a vegetable garden, and a chicken coop. The outhouse sat a ways away from the back of the house.
Mom canned tomatoes, corn, green beans, strawberries, apples, rhubarb, and chicken. My brother and I squished tomatoes for canning by stomping on them in a large tub. Mom cut the heads off chickens with a butcher knife. The headless chickens thrashed helplessly in the grass. We chased them down—their bloody necks sometimes stuck in the dirt. The smell of a chicken after being dipped in boiling water stays with you. Feathers could easily be plucked off their bodies after the dunking. Potatoes and onions were stored in a dugout cellar, where they stayed cool in the summertime. I was not allowed to play in the cellar—Mom didn’t want her potatoes mixed up with the onions. Milk and churned butter came from our cow, who was gentle and minded Mom when she scolded the animal. We gathered eggs each day from the chicken nests. Noisy roosters woke us every morning.
Our lives were simple, with no refinements. Mom relentlessly told me, Sally, don’t chase the chickens. They won’t lay eggs if they are tired.
On occasion, my brother and I played with a couple of young boys who lived down the road. I didn’t like them. Little girls are defenseless among a bunch of rascals. Their bullying and threats scared the billy-be-jesus out of me. I learned to suspect any male kid that had threatening tendencies, such as pulling me behind or into a barn. Running away, kicking with all my might, and hiding were my defenses.
Playing with the chickens and making mud pies in our back yard entertained me. My brother chased me a lot, so I learned to run faster than he could.
My parents were completely devoted to one another. Their love of each other is a treasured remembrance. Mom typically prepared a dinner of homemade dumplings or noodles with chicken and vegetables, while rolling out dough for an apple pie. While she labored in the kitchen, Pop enjoyed coming up behind her and putting his muscled arms around Mom’s waist, squeezing her breasts in a giant bear hug. I tried not to look.
Mom was a great cook. Pop enthusiastically devoured everything she whipped up in the kitchen. Their love and respect for each other and those around them were positive aspects in my life. Arguments were few. There was too much work to do to worry about mundane trivia.
Luckily, my dad always had a job; however, unemployment in America was over 20 percent. The government stepped in with a much-needed public works program in 1935. Workers hired under this plan built highways, bridges, dams, parks, schools, courthouses, hospitals, the Lincoln Tunnel, La Guardia Airport, Skyline Drive in Virginia, the overseas highway in the Florida Keys, two aircraft carriers, and a light cruiser.
Also, the Social Security Act became law in 1935, financed by a tax of 1 percent on employers with eight or more workers and employee contributions of 1 percent.
My Grandpa Drake, as dirt poor as he always was, never signed up for Social Security. He said he never paid into it, so he didn’t deserve to collect it.
Poor wages, long work hours, unsafe working conditions and no job security brought labor unions into existence. My dad never joined a union. He always stood up for management and felt workers should be grateful for their jobs. He stayed at work until the job was finished and never asked to be treated special.
During the first few years of childhood I developed rickets, the disease that deforms skeletal bones because of malnutrition. We either didn’t have enough nutrients in our diet, or I ate poorly. Many children developed this destructive disease during the 1930s and early ’40s. I was cross-eyed. Looking straight ahead, one eye was visible. The other eye was hidden from view. My first pair of glasses, at age three, helped to bring them together.
When I was five, we moved from our small farm on the outskirts of town to a much nicer home within the city. It was among other houses on a quiet street. This was a transition to urban life. No more farm animals or fields to grow vegetables. A good school was within walking distance. The Heckenorf family lived next door. They had a daughter about my age who became a good friend, but I felt badly that her last name had a cuss word in it.
Our house, along with all the other neighborhood houses, had a basement. The coal furnace took up most of the floor space. My brother and I helped Pop keep the furnace stoked. We had a Victrola phonograph, encased in a tall wooden cabinet, in the corner of the basement. A hand crank played records with titles like: Three Little Fishes,
Mairzy Doats,
and a few Al Jolson tunes. If there was an opportunity, I turned the Victrola crank like crazy so that a full song played before the contraption stopped. Pretending I was a ballerina, I danced and twirled all over the basement to the music.
Before moving to the city I had never seen a swing that wasn’t attached to a tree. One of our new neighbors had a metal stand-alone swing set. It looked inviting. I sat myself in the little seat, swinging higher and higher, reaching up to the sky. A boy, up to no good, came up behind me and whacked me over the back of the head with a metal bar while I had my body fully extended. That ended my fun. My skull is still concave from the blow. My parents held a chunk of ice on the back of my head to help reduce the swelling.
Playing with dolls never interested me because that involved being indoors, instead of outdoors. Climbing fences and trees, playing hopscotch and marbles with the neighborhood boys, running through puddles, playing in the mud, and rolling in the snow were the neat things to do. My knees were always skinned up from trying to jump over whatever was in front of me. Mom scolded me often for tearing my dresses and getting them muddy.
Robert and I seldom played together, we had nothing in common, and were distinct opposites. He was quiet-natured, not rough and tumble like me. My parents were too busy to play with me but tried hard to make me mind.
During the first few grades in school I perfected my ability to get the most out of recess and to ignore the lessons my teachers were teaching. My brother, on the other hand, listened to his teachers and did his homework. I didn’t like bringing books home from school. My grades were adequate.
I was too young to understand where the world was headed. My parents were interested in current events, but I don’t know how much of a worldview they had prior to the war. Their focus was working hard to feed and clothe us.
Events on the World Stage
Our country was beginning to dig itself out of the Depression. It took little notice of what was happening on the other side of the Atlantic. The aggressor in World War I had risen to become the aggressor in another war. Adolf Hitler had dictatorial power in Germany, and Jews were being persecuted by Nazi thugs. The Holocaust had begun.
On March 14, 1938, Hitler motored triumphantly through the city where he lived in lonely poverty as a youth—Vienna Austria. His rampaging army wanted to rule the continent of Europe, including Russia. This news was not in our newspaper or radio headlines.
Americans were disinterested in the world around them. We had an isolationist mentality. The military budget was low. A war would be costly. Military involvement in Europe was not considered to be in our best interest because of the collapse of our economy in the Depression.
Jews and other refugees were desperately trying to flee countries in and around Germany and Austria. Their lives were hanging by a thread. During the early 1930s, hundreds of Jewish professors and Jewish physicists were fired from their jobs in Germany and Italy. These scientist refugees came to America—eleven of them to become Nobel Prize winners. President Roosevelt extended visas for German and Austrian citizens living in the United States, including physicist Albert Einstein.
Nuclear fission was first discovered in 1938 at the German Chemistry Institute. The race was on to develop a nuclear bomb among Germany, Japan, the United States, and Russia.
In the early 1940s at Los Alamos, New Mexico, an assemblage of scientific brains the likes of which had never been gathered worked on the design of a bomb that imploded a plutonium sphere in upon itself. ¹
Only America had the money, material, manpower, natural resources, space, and time necessary to bring an enterprise on the scale of the Manhattan Project